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May. 12th, 2006 12:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
honeymonsterThere are two places I go for library booksales: the one near me, and the one where Steve used to live. The one near me just has a sales section in the back. The other one has this room off the library set up like a used book store, and the books are half the price of the other place. They only have sales on scheduled dates, though.
Today was one of those days. My father didn't want to go last month, but I talked him into making an appointment to take me today.
I bought so. Much. Stuff.
Frogs on a cracker, I hope I can sell it.
Got: horror, fantasy, weird "men's adventure" stuff, lotsa YA horror, much grooviness.
And I found this:
And here's the back cover, since I doubt you'd believe me if I just typed it out:
Today was one of those days. My father didn't want to go last month, but I talked him into making an appointment to take me today.
I bought so. Much. Stuff.
Frogs on a cracker, I hope I can sell it.
Got: horror, fantasy, weird "men's adventure" stuff, lotsa YA horror, much grooviness.
And I found this:
And here's the back cover, since I doubt you'd believe me if I just typed it out:
